A wedding is not house-keeping.

My tastes are aristocratic, my actions democratic.

One is not idle because one is absorbed. There is both visible and invisible labor. To contemplate is to toil, to think is to do. The crossed arms work, the clasped hands act. The eyes upturned to Heaven are an act of creation.

If a man has his throat cut in Paris, it's a murder. If 50,000 people are murdered in the east, it is a question.

Success is an ugly thing. Men are deceived by its false resemblances to merit.... They confound the brilliance of the firmament with the star-shaped footprints of a duck in the mud.

It is the end. But of what? The end of France? No. The end of kings? Yes.

Nature is pitiless; she never withdraws her flowers, her music, her fragrance, and her sunlight from before human cruelty or suffering.